In short, I would like to think we were quite private." He rose without more words, casting down his paper like a man ill-pleased, sent forth his clerk of an errand, and shut to the house-door behind him.
"Now, sir," said he, returning, "speak out your mind and fear nothing; though before you begin," he cries out, "I tell you mine misgives me! I tell you beforehand, ye're either a Stewart or a Stewart sent ye.

A good name it is, and one it would ill-become my father's son to lightly.

But I begin to grue at the sound of it." "My name is called Balfour," said I, "David Balfour of Shaws.

As for him that sent me, I will let his token speak." And I showed the silver button.
"Put it in your pocket, sir!" cries he, "Ye need name no names.

The deevil's buckie, I ken the button of him! And de'il hae't! Where is he now ?" I told him I knew not where Alan was, but he had some sure place (or thought he had) about the north side, where he was to lie until a ship was found for him; and how and where he had appointed to be spoken with.
"It's been always my opinion that I would hang in a tow for this family of mine," he cried, "and, dod! I believe the day's come now! Get a ship for him, quot' he! And who's to pay for it?
The man's daft!" "That is my part of the affair, Mr.Stewart," said I."Here is a bag of good money, and if more be wanted, more is to be had where it came from." "I needn't ask your politics," said he.
"Ye need not," said I, smiling, "for I'm as big a Whig as grows." "Stop a bit, stop a bit," says Mr.Stewart.